Lyvana's mind raced. Why did his voice sound so familiar? It was like a blurry memory, hidden just out of reach.
"Don't you want to know why I wanted to meet with you?" he asked when she remained silent.
"No, not really," she said.
Andrew laughed and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
"So stubborn. That's what Julian likes about you, isn't it?"
Lyvana felt another sharp pang in her stomach. It felt like a hot needle was pressing into her. She tried to hide the wince, but Andrew noticed. He glanced down at her hand, which was still pressed firmly against her belly.
"Are you alright?" he asked. He almost sounded concerned, but his eyes remained cold.
"The maid must have put something in my food," she lied.
She couldn't let him know about the pain. She couldn't let him know she was pregnant.
Andrew stood up and paced the small room.
